Fog Lift ©

Strolling Through The Mind Of Fog

Experiencing Fog with Jill Cox-Cordova


It topped the lake as though clouds had fallen in it.  Somehow I envisioned the clouds to be whipped cream.  No, I no longer craved it.  Training for a half marathon provoked me to make a lot of healthier choices.

Yet, on this day, fog also seemingly filled my brain.  Nothing seemed clear to me, specifically a decision I needed to make about business.

My feet danced a quick heel-toe, heel-toe as I continued my 6-mile workout in my neighborhood.  Faster!  Heel-toe.  My feet blurred.  I always walked faster than I jogged.

“Average pace [per mile] 13:45,” my app for walking and jogging disturbed my thoughts.

Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of the sparkling water.

The fog was lifting.  Funny, my mood began to change too.

I noticed which homeowners enjoyed yard work, and which ones loved classic cars.   I realized some people actually used their front porches.  They waved, of course, encouraging me to exercise for them too.

I shifted, as my route takes me down a scenic slope, past a golf course and tennis courts.  I laughed—actually laughed—as a breeze seemingly pushes me down the hill until I’m nearly jogging, I’m going so fast.

I slowed my pace to march in place as four golfers in a cart crossed my path.  They joked with each other about the next hole being fun, but challenging because the majority of them had to yell “fore” to the woman who lived near the hole.  As long as I was in listening distance, I waited to hear that simple word. Their game improved that day.

Just a few more steps and Kennesaw Mountain appeared in my view.  Green trees stretched to the elevation of 1808 feet. Briefly, I imagined myself at its top, my thoughts clear, the fog, now an evaporated memory.

I turned to begin my own mountainous climb home.  This time, I watched the tennis players.  A woman who had to be in her 80’s scores a point and celebrates on the court with a dance.

Soon a small white poodle reminded me to stay on my side of the road.

As I marched up the hardest hill of my workout, it hit me.  I determined the best route to take in my business.  I looked to my left and see the fog is gone from the lake, too.

“Average pace [per mile] 13:10,” my app informed me.

I always enjoy walking to clear my mind of fog.

photo by mike behnken

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5 Responses to Fog Lift ©

  1. Nicely expressed — I enjoyed your story.

    • Thanks, Steve, for taking the time to post such a nice comment about my blog. It’s encouraging to know I can share personal moments.

  2. After I read this story, I thought: There are times when I had enough sleep and a great cup of coffee. But still my thoughts are hazy … What to do to clear my head? Solution. Go outside and experience the surroundings – Yes, that will help. ~ shinazy

  3. Nice story. I always love it when I finish a walk/hike and the question becomes a usable solution and the fog is gone from the grey matter. Tomorrow I’m going hiking……

  4. Malati Marlene Shinazy

    There is a little old lady, of Japanese decent, bent over from osteoporosis, who walks/ shuffles her old dog past my house each morning, regardless of weather conditions (which range from rainy 35 F – blistering 110 F).

    Today, as I was driving by, on a beautiful 75 F morning, I rolled down my window to say, “good morning.” Her response almost made me laugh aloud, “I’m too tired to walk today,” she groused. “But he,” pointing to the dog, “needs his exercise.”

    And away she went, shuffling and pulling the dog, who also seemed a tad tired to walk…. My heart smiled at her dedication and insistence that the dog stay healthy.